This is life after revision.
For me anyway. It’s actually every part of the writing life after an intense stretch of intensity. Because nothing can fill the vacuum of a weeks long cocoon of creative expression and mental preoccupation. Every fiber of my being has been directed in one, beautiful direction. And then bam. I’m a little girl laying face down in the rain. What is life even.
Other uses for this posture:
1) The night THAT episode of The Good Wife aired. You know the one.
2) The first day of that week in the life of a woman.
3) After failing as an adult in one of the following ways:
a) having poured cereal without first checking that there was milk.
b) having wet one’s hair before realizing that there is no more apple vinegar shampoo.
c) being unable to find the car keys.